"The Ancient Bloodline"

As soon as that voice came out, there was an uproar in the entire Void Sea Arena.

The mythical bloodline of the primeval era has reappeared in the present and ancient times, how much impact will this bring to the world?

The "tall and thin young man" who was also from the Holy Land of the Spiritual Realm, his face changed, but it was too late to stop the short-haired young man's bloodline from opening.

Plop plop

In the arena, many extraterritorial powerhouses trembled from the blood and soul.

Cultivating to some powerhouses below the half-step Dan Yuan Realm, their knees bent involuntarily, and they were half-kneeling on the ground.

Even some Danyuan Realm Venerables had a surge of pressure in their blood and souls, wanting to bow down to the "short-haired boy" in the Holy Land.

On the arena.

The short-haired boy's bloodline opened, and the skin of his whole body was like scales and shells, tough and thick, like a giant beast standing proudly in the wilderness, and the terrifying aura shrouded the "Zizun Two Uniques".

"It turned out to be the bloodline of primeval mythology......"

Zizun Erjue's face was bitter, and his knees were already bent in half.

Under the powerful bloodline aura of the primeval clans, they were like ants facing giant beasts, and before they could fight, their bodies and minds had already collapsed.

Just now, the two of them joined forces to strike, leaving only a blood mark the size of a fingernail on the short-haired boy's body.

And that little scar, under the bloodline of the primeval ten thousand clans, healed itself in an instant.

"Such a strong defense and recovery power, this is the power of the bloodline of the Ancient Ten Thousand Clans?"

Zhao Feng's body and soul all had a feeling of fear.

In addition to the forbidden divine eyes, even his blood power was completely suppressed, and there was a slight tremor.

The amount of blood vein power was completely suppressed, and this was the first time Zhao Feng had encountered this situation.

Pounding pounding

The suppressed bloodline, a wisp of breath between the throbbing, reached the forbidden divine eye; The heartbeat of the darkness came from the eyes of the gods, beating frequently.

After all, Zhao Feng's blood power was a by-product of the Divine Spirit Eye.

"Roll"

The amount of blood veins on the short-haired boy's body was raised to an extreme, and a layer of dark light patterns that were completely desolate and ancient, like an unscrupulous black tornado, exploded and rushed straight into a radius of one or two hundred zhang.

Bang bang

Zizun and the two Jue screamed almost at the same time, and their bodies shook and flew out, and their whole bodies were blurred with flesh and blood, as if they had been crushed by a reckless giant beast.

"Ahhh

The bloody bodies of the two rolled down from the arena.

Several referees of the Great Dan Yuan Realm were stunned for a moment, their faces full of shock.

"Jiang Fan, thirty-one consecutive wins, not thirty-two consecutive wins......"

One of the referees, his voice stammered slightly.

At this moment.

The bloodline of the primeval ten thousand clans of the short-haired boy "Jiang Fan", the terrifying power exploded, directly blasting away the late stage and peak of the Yuan Realm of a little Dan.

hiss

Everyone in the audience gasped, and their hearts trembled under the pressure of the ancient and primitive blood breath

None of the crew members beside Zhao Feng could stand.

Lou Lan Zhishui's delicate body was soft, leaning on Zhao Feng's body, and barely held on.

However, those who can hold on to it are faintly stimulated by the blood in their bodies.

"Hahaha...... Who else is challenged"

Jiang Fan let out a long laugh proudly, and the bloodline aura of the primeval ten thousand clans that was proud of the Eight Desolations made the people around him breathless.

Wherever the short-haired young man "Jiang Fan" looked over, the oppression of the bloodline of the primeval ten thousand clans seemed to descend on him

Many people, physically and mentally like a lightning strike.

Some of the people nearby who wanted to challenge lowered their heads one after another.

"The breath of this primeval bloodline of all races, and the 'dream realm primeval breath' that I absorbed, seem to have a feeling of the same origin. ”

Zhao Feng's bloodline was suppressed to death, but it was also stimulated.

In particular, his bloodline is connected to the Divine Eye.

"Huh?"

The gaze of the short-haired boy suddenly paused as he swept over an area.

"The thin primeval breath, is there any other bloodline of the primeval clans......

The blood of the short-haired boy produces a trace of wonderful induction.

swish

His keen gaze was fixed on Zhao Feng.

Pounding pounding

Zhao Feng's divine eyes were beating frequently; That slightly familiar feeling also came from some of the dream primeval breath absorbed in the body, which was not completely integrated into the body's bloodline.

rumble

Facing the eyes of the short-haired boy, Zhao Feng was shocked physically and mentally, as if he was ushering in the head-on impact of a wild beast

The deliberate pressure was stronger than others.

"It is worthy of being the top mythical bloodline in heaven and earth......"

Zhao Feng's whole body was churning with qi and blood, and he held on.

Fortunately, his life physique, driven by the "Sea Whale Heart Marrow Blood" and the "Dream Realm Ancient Breath", was comparable to the Great Dan Yuan Realm Lord.

Otherwise.

If you change to any half-step Dan Yuan Realm, or even some small Dan Yuan Realm, you may have to vomit blood.

"Interesting, your bloodline power seems to have some relationship with the bloodline of the primeval ten thousand races......"

The short-haired boy's eyes lit up.

From Zhao Feng's body, that wisp of aura similar to the same origin aroused his fighting intent and induction.

Even.

The bloodline of all races in his body, for a short moment, had the illusion of facing a threat from a powerful enemy.

The words of the short-haired boy amazed everyone.

Many spectators looked sideways at Zhao Feng.

I didn't expect that in the same place, there would be an existence close to the bloodline of the Ancient Ten Thousand Clans.

"It's a pity that I can't cultivate to the Dan Yuan Realm. ”

The short-haired boy shook his head slightly, a little regretful, and put away his fighting spirit.

call

Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief, the blood oppression from the short-haired boy was too great.

He did not deny that there was a big gap with the bloodline of the primeval clan.

The "Purple Venerable Two Uniques", the late stage of a small Dan Yuan Realm, and the peak of a small Dan Yuan Realm, were all directly blown away

If he were the Skull Master, it would be the same ending.

"Without using the bloodline pupils, I would probably be blown away by his move. Moreover, the bloodline of the primeval ten thousand races is so powerful against the sky, the 'Void Pupil Slash, it may not be able to kill it.' ”

Zhao Feng calmly analyzed.

After some analysis.

He knew very well the terrifying genius of that Spirit Realm Holy Land.

It is no wonder that "Zhao Yufei" will be selected as the heir by the "Purple Saint Remnant Spirit".

You must know that the Purple Night Holy Lord also has the thin bloodline of the primeval ten thousand races, and at its peak, it is the "Xuanguang Realm" that surpasses the Emperor of the Void God Realm, and it is only one step away from the Heavenly Rank God Position.

"Junior, you're here, hahaha......"

A cold laugh came from the other end of the arena.

The master who spoke was none other than the Lord of the Ink Shirts

"It's him ......"

The two charming women couldn't help but be shocked when they saw Zhao Feng in the crowd.

"Hahaha...... The junior stepped on the iron shoes and found nowhere to go, and finally let the old man find you. ”

The red light of the ink shirt was joyful.

Instantly

The huge power of the Great Dan Yuan Realm shrouded Zhao Feng's body immediately.

"This old man doesn't die"

Zhao Feng's face was slightly pale, he didn't expect to meet this Qianyun Third Elder again.

That day.

Zhao Feng dug up the blood of the sea whale's heart in advance, and between the two Dan Yuan Realm Lords, the left and right sides were at the source, and the most ruthless one was the one who put the Ink Shirt Lord.

"It's the third elder of Qianyun Pavilion. ”

There was some discussion in the crowd, and many people recognized the identity of the Ink Shirt Lord.

After all.

Qianyun Pavilion is in the vicinity, and it is a one-star peak powerhouse sect second only to the two-star sect, and its strength is at least comparable to the "Red Moon Demon Sect" at its peak.

Whoosh

The figure of the old man in the ink shirt flew in front of Zhao Feng in a flash, his face full of coldness.

"Junior, the old man who handed over the heart and blood of the sea whale will not be investigated. ”

The old man in the ink shirt transmitted his spiritual sense, and did not make a big publicity.

After all, when it comes to the legendary treasure holy blood of the Sea Whale Heart Blood, the old man in the ink shirt doesn't want to make too much trouble and attract the peeps of more powerful people.

"Hehe, the heart marrow blood was originally what we were trying to take from the sea whale's body, what does it have to do with Your Excellency. What's more, the blood of the heart has been used up by us. ”

Zhao Feng said slowly.

In the Void Sea Spirit Temple, he wasn't worried about the old man in the ink shirt making a move.

According to the "pony" who led the way, no matter how chaotic it is outside, the "Void Sea Spirit Temple" will be a pure land of tranquility on the Void Sea.

Because behind the scenes of the Void Sea Spirit Temple, there is a holy place in the spiritual realm

Even if it was a two-star sect, the king of the Void God Realm, he didn't dare to make trouble here.

Few of the troublemakers in the past have been able to get out of the Void Sea Spirit Hall alive.

"The junior Hugh wants to trick the old man into using the huge physique of the giant sea whale, and the amount of blood in the heart is very large. You hand over the rest of your heart and blood, and the old man still doesn't care. ”

The old man in the ink shirt sneered.

He is not a fool, in the hands of Zhao Feng, there must be a large amount of sea whale heart blood.

"Don't give"

Zhao Feng rolled his eyes. He obtained the blood of the sea whale's heart, and it was not directly related to the old man in the ink shirt.

"Hmph, in the Void Sea Spirit Temple, I don't dare to make a move on you. But my Cloud Pavilion, a few islands in this vicinity, is a top three powerhouse, and you have the ability to don't go out of the Void Sea Spirit Palace. ”

The old man in the black shirt sneered, flicked his sleeves and left.

In the Void Sea Spirit Palace, he really didn't dare to make a move.

But he didn't believe that Zhao Feng had been shrinking and not leaving the Void Sea Spirit Palace.

swish

As soon as the old man in the ink shirt left with his front feet, a short-haired young man floated down in front of Zhao Feng.

"Jiang Fan"

Zhao Feng let out a low sigh, and the hearts of the people around him jumped loudly.

"In Xia Jiangfan, from the 'True Martial Holy Land, dare to ask this brother's name. ”

Jiang Fan smiled slightly.

In the arena, there were many spectators, a little surprised.

This proud genius of the Holy Land would actually take the initiative to get acquainted with Zhao Feng.

Jiang Fan's eyes also looked at Zhao Feng with a strong interest.

This scene.

fell into the eyes of the black-shirted lord who had just thrown his sleeves and left, and the sneer on his face was slightly stiff.

If Zhao Feng and the genius of the Holy Land climbed into a relationship, then even if it was him Qianyun Pavilion, he would not dare to move Zhao Feng easily

"No, Zhao Feng. ”

Zhao Feng and the two Holy Land geniuses greeted each other.

A short-haired young man with the blood of the primeval Wan clan, named Jiang Fan.

A tall and thin young man, with the cultivation of the Great Dan Yuan Realm, his name is Chen Yilin.

At the same time that the two Holy Land geniuses were looking at Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng was also looking at them.

In particular, "Jiang Fan" has the blood of the ancient Wan clan.

"The ancient breath of the dream realm can refine and improve my life physique, and purify the blood and return to my ancestors. And this primeval bloodline has a similar aura of homology. What is the relationship between the two? ”

Zhao Feng muttered in his heart.

Invisibly, he attaches more importance to the primeval atmosphere of dreams, and has all kinds of speculations.

"This young man, there is a thin primeval aura in the bloodline power, even if it is not the bloodline of the primeval clans, it is also a powerful bloodline that has been inherited from that era, surpassing the bloodline of later generations. ”

The two Holy Land geniuses did not despise Zhao Feng either.

Even in the Holy Land of the Spirit Realm, the bloodlines of the primeval ten thousand races are all the top bloodline qualifications, and there are only a few existences.

Outside the Holy Land, they were surprised to see the qualifications close to the bloodline of the "Ancient Ten Thousand Clans List", and the two geniuses of the Holy Land.